Hermione woke up early the next morning to the feeling of someone kissing her neck. She tried to roll over but a heavy leg was holing her in place along with the arm that was attached to the hand that was currently running lightly over her breast. She knew who it was without even looking as she memorized his cologne from last time.
"Lucius" she whispered
He gave a small chuckle into her neck, "Morning"
"How long have you been here?"
"All night. I gave my son a firm talking to then joined you for the night."
His hand slipped down between her legs, applying slight pressure as he started to rub.
"W-what did you…mmm…Talk about?" she asked as she started to pant a little.
"I told him to say out of our business – he won't be bothering you anymore with his ridiculous accusations."
Hermione gave a slight nod and placed her hand behind him, wanting to feel his cock in her hand,
"To much clothing." She mumbled causing Lucius to laugh.
"I could say the same about you."
"Then fix it" she groaned.
Hermione didn't know why this man in particular could drive her crazy like he did, but she wasn't about to complain. The feeling of his toned body pressed against her soft back was maddening as it was, she wanted to face him.
Lucius quickly muttered a spell, leaving both naked to each other and causing both to moan.
"I want to face you Lucius"
"Not yet love, not yet." He replied as he lifted her leg a little.
Hermione could feel his erection pressed between her legs, the tip of his cock hitting her clit in a soft gliding motion.
"Tease" she breathed out heavily.
"I'm not a tease… I'm merely making sure you are ready."
"How much more ready do I need to be… your killing me here."
Lucius chucked and adjusted his body a little, sending his cock inside her in one hard thrust. Her head fell back slightly, leaning on his chest as he pumped inside her slowly.
"Harder, Lucius, I need it harder."
Lucius smirked, "Then get on your hands and knees."
Hermione reluctantly pulled away from Lucius and got into the pillow bitter position as he requested.
"Be prepared to forget your name." Lucius whispered in a lusty voice.
Hermione grew wetter just from his words and stuck her butt in the air a bit higher, hoping he would get the point and hurry up.
Get the message he did and slammed back into her with a hard thrust, hitting her cervix immediately.
"Oh fuck" she hissed as she pushed back against him, struggling to bring him deeper.
Lucius gripped her hips, loving the fact that she had something worth holding onto and started pumping into her as fast and hard as he could, knowing she would have bruises on her hips from his fingers. He watched transfixed as her full bottom shook as he took her harder, rippling each time she slammed against him.
"Is this hard enough?" He asked as he pulled her against him harder.
She didn't answer and only muttered her response. She couldn't think straight if she had to at the current moment.
"Grab the headboard and hold on tight." He grunted
Hermione managed to function enough to do as he asked and gripped onto the headboard as hand as she could. Once Lucius was sure she wouldn't go flying off the bed without him holding her in place, he placed one hand on the headboard next to hers while the other explored her breast and stomach.
"Fuck you feel good little Gryffindor." He hissed as he felt her skin. He would never get tired of feeling her body and not finding bones to greet him.
Hermione groaned then panted, "Lucius.. I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."
Her body was already slick with sweat and pulsing. She knew she was getting close to orgasm and hoped he would come with her. A few short minutes later, a loud groan ripped from her throat as she shattered beneath him, her wall tightening and milking him for his release.
"Fuck witch" He hissed as he slammed into her harder, wanting to come to orgasm with her. Her body was gripping him tighter then he had ever felt before and when he felt his balls tighten, he exploded into her with a stream of curses.
He remained inside her as they came down and when they had both regained their composure, he slipped out of her and fell to the side, dragging her down with him.
Oooooooooooo
Dumbledore sat at the heads table, deep in thought. He knew that Lucius had not left the grounds last night and while it was not against the rules, he couldn't help but wonder why Draco was eating breakfast alone when his father was still in the castle. He then glanced over to the Gryffindor table and noticed Hermione wasn't in her normal spot between Harry and Ron.
With a sigh, Dumbledore left the head table and made his way down to Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, may I speak with you a moment?"
Draco nodded and stood, following the Head Master to a spot when they wouldn't be over heard.
"Where is your father?" he asked
Draco raised an eyebrow, "The manor I suppose." He replied with a shrug.
Dumbledore shook his head, "He never left the grounds last night."
Draco's eyes widened for a split second before turning back to normal, "I have no idea. I stayed in the Slytherin commons last night, perhaps my father grew tired of waiting and fell asleep."
"Dumbledore nodded but he knew Draco wasn't telling the truth. He would need to speak with Hermione to get some answers.
He went back to the head table to figure out how he was going to approach the situation. He knew that Hermione had a level head on her shoulders but if she were involved with the older man, he would need to make sure everything was consensual and on the level. He had never been in this situation before and needed to plot his point of attack carefully.